Chapter 1129 The Returnee's Notes 203
Xie Ning sat on the earthen slope, reached out and tucked the stray strands of hair that had been blown across the little girl's face behind her ear, and softly replied with an "okay".
Unlike previous requiems, this piece was taught to her by Ouyang Lin. It lacked a somber sadness and instead evoked the feeling of springtime rebirth, like the first warm rays of sunlight as the sun rises and sets.
The little boy crawled over from behind and quietly nestled into Xuan Cao's arms. His tiny, almost fleshy hand carefully grasped Xie Ning's clothes.
It sounds lovely, like a lullaby a mother uses to lull her child to sleep.
The other children followed, silently watching Xie Ning, before turning their gaze to the adults cheering ahead.
Their faces were all beaming with joy, some naturally, some stiffly.
Because not all souls linger in the world after death; those souls that go to the afterlife now only exist in their memories.
Their smiles were stiff, but no one was missing, because they had not forgotten any of their relatives or friends.
The little boy sniffed; he missed his mother terribly.
The world gradually quieted down, and the noisy sounds seemed to disappear in an instant.
Xuancao turned her head to meet Xie Ning's gaze. She didn't see fear or disgust in those eyes, and couldn't help but touch her face. "Sister, am I not scary?"
Xie Ning didn't speak, but simply shook her head gently.
Xuancao smiled and said, "Sister, why do you say kindness doesn't bring good fortune?"
My grandfather was kind-hearted and took in that refugee, but that person repaid kindness with enmity. Knowing that our village had food, he led a group of soldiers to attack us.
Actually, the village chief had noticed something was wrong and was planning to arrest the person, but Uncle Tian tipped him off... and the person escaped.
We thought that person was a swindler, but we never expected... that barbarians would come to the village in just two days.
My uncle and other able-bodied men died at the village entrance, and my grandfather died at his doorstep. He just watched with his eyes wide open as we, who were hiding in the cellar, were taken away.
Grandpa's eyes remained open until his death.
Those people stole our grain, burned our homes, killed the able-bodied men in the village, and kidnapped the women and children to satisfy their desires and to fill their bellies.
Actually, there were still children hiding and hadn't been found, but Uncle Tian was afraid of dying and wanted to take credit, so he followed the man who had stayed at his house before and led them to find the last few children who were hiding...
They are his nephews.
He thought he would survive, but like everyone else, he ended up in the pot.
Not only was he born to be eaten, but even in death he was devoured by his two enraged brothers...
My mother couldn't bear the humiliation and left first. At that time, I didn't have a name yet. We originally planned to give me a name when I turned thirteen, but in the end, my mother gave me a name first: Xuancao (萱草).
Xie Ning sighed silently, "May the daylily help me forget my worries, she loves you very much."
But she couldn't take it anymore.
Suddenly, tears welled up in Xuancao's eyes, each drop landing on the little boy's face. The little boy reached out and caught the tears, saying, "Don't cry."
He doesn't like people crying, like his mother. His mother always cries, saying she feels heartache. He doesn't know where his heart is; he only knows that his whole body aches.
The bad guys chopped off his head, and he ate their heads in return.
Many people were fighting with knives and guns, and many, many people died. Those who attacked him, cut him, and ate him were also killed. Then he tore apart and ate all the bad "people" that flew out.
He's so powerful! He ate so many bad people who turned into evil spirits!
Then he was arrested; it was his grandfather.
Grandpa stuffed him into the donkey's belly because it was so chaotic outside, and Grandpa was afraid he would get lost and that he... would never be able to leave again.
The child doesn't understand, but he is obedient; he has always been obedient.
Xie Ning lowered her head and braided the red rope. She didn't have any wooden plaques to soothe the soul, but she still had some red ropes that had been blessed before. She could braid them a bit more and cast a spell. Now she could only make some red ropes to soothe the soul for them.
Xie Li stood behind the tree watching the group of little ghosts surround Xie Ning. Then one of the little ghosts asked for two red ropes and happily took them to give to the bigger ghosts.
The old man appeared beside her, his gaze falling on Xie Li's fingers, where the nails were black. He had noticed this earlier and guessed her identity. "You are... descendants of the Xie family."
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